I used to tell myself the phone was on the nightstand for the alarm. That was true for about four seconds a night. Then I’d check the weather and answer one text in a group chat that could have waited until the Islanders lost again tomorrow.

Somehow, I’d end up reading about a guy who reorganized his garage. I’d look up and it was 12:40am, and my brain was running laps.

If that sounds familiar, the “alarm” is probably your excuse too.

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